One of the outcomes I expect from the enterprise of translating American Sign Language poetry into English is that it would disappoint many readers.
If Alone Has a Flavor Some sort of tinned fish. Check. Udon noodles ready in five minutes. Check. The peanut oil. Yes. Sesame seeds shaken like snow. Oh, yes. And sea salt from a small caddy in flakes, sun packed inside like energy in atoms. It won’t end. What won’t end? This life we feel’s […]
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Aholaah Arzah’s essay “Ring Cycle” received Longshot Magazine‘s feature award. She lives in Port Townsend, Washington.
In the Future, the Garden Grows Over Everything In the future, the garden grows over everything, sweet potato vines kissing windshield wipers, pollen painting a factory of sneakers, nasturtium peppering our nostrils floral. The sea is ladybug swamped, the highway heavy with swan’s neck moss. No cars, no delivery trucks, no cell towers signaling for […]
Audre Lorde. Sandra María Esteves. Lucille Clifton. Mariposa. Harryette Mullen. Suheir Hammad. These are some of the poets I see Urantia Ramirez and Shaina Jones walking beside and after. And of course the countless poets in their lines whose names I do and do not know: to them I throw my flowers and give thanks.
Translated by Rebecca Ruth Gould & Kayvan Tahmasebian Old Testament, New Testament Perhaps in Isfahan or another city like Isfahan a woman— the most beautiful woman in the world— a coin in my hand which fell. The coin whirled away & following the coin —in a hall long & narrow— I ran & again that […]
Painting Understands Its Scientific Aspirations (for Hilma af Klint) your eyes animal blue maniac law black to light a superstition I might render to a small point flowers everywhere manifest incantation mandelblomma bla mandelblomma vit mandelblomma orang mandelblomma lila As No Color Can be Considered Stationary (after Wittgenstein’s Remarks On Colour) A glow seems at […]
anaesthesia for the Eve in my bloodline // or how to tame an earthworm for auntie funmi leave your beak behind today. let the early bird lie peacefully in her grave. the ancestors domesticated God & harem by castrating its tongue. a thick silence hangs the house like a conversation you’d hear in a graveyard. […]